Wednesday, May 22, 2024

We Do The Math

 


The arithmetic of atrocities,

who does that math,

counting lives like

piles of cordwood destined

for the funeral fire.

 

Are atrocities algebraic,

x plus y plus Time equals

a mathematical formula

for the horror and traumas

we have inflicted.

 

Do we count with our fingers,

with our toes,

with an abacus,

slide ruler,

calculator or computer?

 

Math is the constant,

counting the rolling heads,

the bodies buried under

heaps of other dead bodies,

neatly accounted for.

 

For History needs its numbers,

to show who won,

who lost,

the cost,

the wages of sin.

 

The ridged, cold

numbers; orderly and

succinct, filed and

stamped, in long

symmetrical rows of carnage.

 

We can put a price on it,

a number can be affixed,

we know how to do it,

we’re practiced

and very good at math.

 

We do the Math.

 


Tuesday, May 14, 2024

Sepia Tones

 


Is it wrong to fantasize

about the mundane,

the boring stillness of

absolute nothingness,

amid the swirling madness

of reality?

 

I don’t think so.

Especially when madness

seems commonplace and

stillness and calmness are

the foreigners in a strange

land.

 

I long for beige,

manilla,

khaki,

sepia;

away from the burning Reds and Blues

in constant flashing neon.

 

With age comes an appreciation

for the slowness of things,

glacial movement being profoundly

more interesting than sudden changes

in direction and course.

Look

at

that

paint

dry…

 

I do like the occasional

fireworks display, in the distance,

the explosions so distant they are

merely popping sounds, but

up close; I’m frayed to my last.

The rumble is an arrogance of sound

I can no longer tolerate.

 

Calmness absent mediocrity,

Stillness absent rage,

Passion absent jealousy,

Nothingness absent vacancy.

Space, empty,

containing multitudes.

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Friday, May 10, 2024

Another Moment on the Soapbox

 



                Hey, would you lend me your soapbox for a moment? Thanks.

 

I just read an article that made my blood curdle and my eyes tear up. A Virginia schoolboard voted to restore Confederate names to two schools. The schools had been previously named after Confederate Gens. Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson, Robert E. Lee and Turner Ashby. They were changed four years ago in what I feel was an appropriate vote to remove the vestiges of the Old South and the history of racism and segregation. 

                Now they have voted to change Mountain View High School and Honey Run Elementary School back to their former Confederate names. Because it’s 2024 and the history of the South should not be forgotten, apparently. Proponents of the plan to restore the names stated, “I ask that when you cast your vote, you remember that Stonewall Jackson and others fighting on the side of the Confederacy in this area were intent on protecting the land, the buildings and the lives of those under attack,” said a woman urging the board to restore the Confederate names. “Preservation is the focus of those wishing to restore the names.”  And “that revisiting this decision is essential to honor our community’s heritage and respect the wishes of the majority.” 

                Which is the stupidest pile of crap I have ever heard. The Confederacy lost the war. They were traitors to the Republic and Democracy. Losers don’t get buildings named after them. They belong in the history books as the losers of the war and that is it. There was no honor in their cause. It was to keep slavery as an American institution. Which is an absolute moral wrong. Without question. The bondage of humans by other humans is abhorrent and vile and we should not honor those that wanted to sustain that institution. 

                The Lost Cause narrative espoused by the Daughters of the Confederacy in the early 20th Century is absolute nonsense and any “honorarium” for traitors should be resoundingly rejected. The romanticism of the Civil War by Southern revisionists should be absolutely rejected.  It was wrong then and it is wrong in the 21st Century. 

                Yet, I’m not surprised by this disgusting move by the “majority” in Virginia. It fits part and parcel with the current wave of nostalgia politics. This strange yearning to go backwards in time to remove women’s rights, return to segregation, expel those different than White Christians and basically a want for days when white men could do whatever they wanted with impunity. It’s a baffling trend in this country and frankly if you believe any of those things are good, then quite frankly, you’re an asshole who should be shunned and set adrift on an iceberg. While on fire. 

                The worst kind of asshole too, pockmarked, and oozing smelly puss, while smeared with diarrhea.  The worst of the worst of the very and absolute worst. That Grinch song, it’s about you. I’d rather you just curled up into a festering pile of dog shit and fucked right off. Because if you think you’re better than anyone, or think the Country was better in the 1950’s, or your rights as an American supersede the rights of other human beings, then you can just go to hell.   

                I’m really exhausted by these assholes and their “All for me and none for thee”, attitudes. I can’t contain my absolute disdain for them. I can no longer try to see the other side of the conversation. Any side that actively advocates for the Lost Cause, White Christian Nationalism, the politics of division, or that sews hatred, bigotry, and nostalgic whimpering for the “good old days” can just go fuck themselves. I won’t waste any more time on them. 

                Okay, here’s your soapbox back. Thank you for letting me borrow it.

 

 

https://www.cnn.com/2024/05/09/us/shenandoah-county-confederate-school-names-reaj/index.html